What is it that compels me to write? It certainly isn’t for an over abundance of thoughts in desperate need of sharing. If anything, there is a sense that there is nothing that would make reading my thoughts appealing to any audience. One of my most faithful blog followers recently told me that he needs to be in the right sort of mood before he dare read my works. I never would have thought that my writing came across as being so poignant as to be unsavory, but at the same time I relish the thought of sharing thoughts that nobody else will.
This time around I think I want to take a different direction. It’s so easy for me to write about things that aren’t easily understood, because there is little danger of saying anything that can be shot down on the grounds that there is not sufficient evidence to back it up. Recently I’ve been giving thought to what it is to be in love… and if it’s nothing more than an unattainable fantasy. I have not given up on the idea, nor am I frustrated by its elusive nature, but rather have been overtaken by a greater power entirely. That is that I will one day be aligned with a most suitable partner… based on criteria that has nothing to do with love at all. You may say what are you talking about? It’s simple really, love requires a very specific set of nutrients to stay alive, without them Love can’t exist.
I was also thinking about that fact that Love never quits. If that is true than that means that love is not something that happens again. It’s possible to love the next person more than the previous one… but if that’s the case… then it brings up the question of whether or not you loved the first one at all. Does it not?
I’m probably better at asking questions than I am at providing answers, but if we don’t ask them we dig ourselves a far deeper hole. I find it so difficult to comprehend why some people make decisions that defy their own logic. It is crucial to recognize that there are certain patterns of behaviour that are indicative of the heart of man… that are often masked with pre-programmed responses. I will share a story that occurred yesterday to illustrate my point. A guy that I know, fairly well, told me that he was out of tobacco, and needed to find $40 dollars before pay-day. Half an hour later he asks me if I could lend him money. I ignored the question… and immediately began to think about the complete waste he would make of it. However, I thought this is what I would normally do. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to be benevolent… and do the unexpected. My plan was to give him the money before the end of the day. He approached me later… and again asked for money. That was it; I lost any bit of consideration that I had previously built up to. I then proceeded to tell him that I would rather not.
The last paragraph is supposed to summarize that which you’ve already said,so it should be easier, but it isn't. An introduction sets the stage for what is about to follow, but when you draw a conclusion you are trying to discredit all other alternatives, which is truly a most futile aim. Recently I've been reminded of the fact that people who have been through hell tend to attract other people who have been there. This is a rather frustrating reality. You wish so badly to see them learn from previous mistakes. What if there is something to it? What if we're blind to the plight of others because we can’t relate to them? What if… love can exist where there is no explanation for how it possibly could? It must. The ocean sings without a word, it's undulations resound with such rhythmic beauty. It has no will of it's own... only that of which is imposed upon it. How do you explain that?
